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A little weed
Today I cry
for tomorrow I die
in this barren and dry field
My roots are gone
and I'm dry as a bone
Nutrients I cannot yield.
The sun is hot
but you see I am not
able to withstand this heat
I have no seed
for I am just a weed
life is really not that neat.
But in the end
When from the ground you rend
my corpse to make room for new
I know you'll see
despite my fight to be
a life extinguished by you
Now there's no hope
for this brave little dope
there's nothing left for me to say
I lie on ground
with the sun all around
rotting, drying... in decay
